Waiting At Troy

By Amreen Fatima

Waiting at Troy

Passing by a car

Was a boy

With a scar

He seems so special

Amidst poverty,

A twinkling star,

His smile, like a shining sun in solitary

His untold words

Speak stories in poetry

I couldn’t resist looking at him

Red orange green

And a whim

I turned my car steering

Peeped through the rear glass

To see a desert with no grass

On the way home

My thoughts dwindle

To make a rough epitome

What was that feeling?

Emotions kept playing on my heartstring.

Sunsets and dawn appear

My body lifted with the same gear

Same routine with the same route

Days turned to weeks and

Weeks turned into the year

And the day came

When I encountered him again

Same scar and clothes with the same stain

How come a person can’t change in a whole year?

Hello! Oh, dear.

I called him loud

He didn’t listen

He went on

I called him louder and stronger

He turned back as a pure carbon stone.

His sight has a fascination

An unsaid catastrophe

With hidden gratification

As I headed toward him

My body seems to lame rampantly

My heart strings on their loudest beat

My imbalanced hormones

And my uncontrolled feet

Soon I was standing very close to him

Alone, with loads of people on a busy street

Avalanche of questions to figure

But my words weren’t able to reach him

And I started to stutter

An unknown knot tied me to him

There was a sudden whisper

“Mother”

Did he call me ‘Mother’?

I was meeting him for the first time.

How on Earth would I be his mother?

The whisper got clearer and stronger.

“Did you say something?” I inquired.

His answer was a clear No

what did I hear?

I was curious

I wanted to hold his feet on fire

He came closer and embraced me

His little fingers on the little hand

Touched my body, enticing me

I stood statue still

Above the sky, below the land

His touch spellbound me

I could now hear his heartbeat so clearly

Something in him was in harmony with me

My eye was involuntarily wet

And so was my forehead with sweat

I hugged him tightly

Nearly squeezing him

I went to a different realm, completely

Like a monk getting eternity

Like a song reaching serenity

Soon I realized the fact

My soul got conscious

Holding back, I didn’t react

When I was waiting at Troy

While staring at that boy

By Amreen Fatima